Sword and Shield post because thats what this turned into

[shwarm_after]

Who knew that i'd need to make an open window sex Post. But here we go.

Rules:

Ask for any of my boys.
M/M Only because I'm a Yaoibrat.
Commence window fucking.

THE FUCKING LIST STARTS NOW

Windowsex
Hot Springs
Blissed out Fucking
somnophilia
Daddy!Kink
Mirror Kink
Toys
Old MEN FEELS
Train Arguing/hatesex
THE ULTIMATE FLAVOR EXPERIENCE
LUBE SUMMON
Crossdressing (school uniform?)
Panties
Getting Tattoos??
NEW SCAR TRACING?
Handcuffs
Awful Sex/Sex gone wrong
DICK BITE
Drunk shenanigans
Carsex
In Charge KING!Noct
THRONE SEX
Slave Leia Gladio Lol
Domestic cute shit+royal duties+husbands
FLOWERS BECAUSE THEY'RE CUTE AND GLADIO IS TSUNDERE
ASS EATING. GLADIO HAS GOOD TASTE
Leather and cuffs
HEEEEYEAH.... I WANNA SCOOP BABEH
RESTRAIN GLADIO
CAMPING FISHING HONEYMOON
ABO SHIT
PRETTY KITTY COLLAR NOCT
Nipple Play
Heats
More Somno but with Sleepy Noct
Furry Shit (BURRS and Cats)
Slavery (both ways)
HATE SEXTING
AMNESIA???

Comments

[fishingking]

[ The pace is hard and fast and Noctis is more than willing to take it. He doesn't care about the consequences. That's something he'll worry about when he has to. For now, all he cares about is each time that spot inside is slammed and each movement.

He can feel Gladio pushed in to the hilt. It's a lot, and he's so full but it feels amazing. His shield shudders above him and his free hand slides down that back. Gladio is drinking each moan Noctis whimpers out. His muscles are tensing. Heat is pooling down the lower parts of his body and muscles tense. He's so close and he knows Gladio can feel it. ]

[sworn_shield]

[He can feel how close Noctis is, the other's hands curled around him and moaning needily underneath him. Gladio's own noises are not quiet, loud groans as he shudders. Each thrust into that tight body is starting to be too much, and he can feel the heat in the pit of his own stomach growing.]

Noctis...

[He shudders, thrusts growing a little erratic. His free hand works Noctis' cock, coaxing the other to get there with hom, because Gladio can't hold back much longer.]

[fishingking]

[Every thrust hits him in just the right spot. His fingers try not to dig into Gladio's skin, but he can't help it. He needs to cling on to something, he needs to feel Gladio closer, needs to hold on to him. Something to let him know that he needs this as much as he needs air. He needs this man.

Finally, he comes, moaning out his shield's name. His back arches off of the bed as he spills over Gladio's hand and between them. It's hot, it's intense, and he can only cling on to the other man as he shudders through it.]

Gladio.

[sworn_shield]

[Noctis holds so tightly to him and Gladio's heart is fit to burst with emotion. Want, love, need for the man, his king, the one he has served for so very long. When Noctis arches beneath him and his fingers dig into skin, unable to hold back any longer, Gladio welcomes it so very much that he groans in pleasure.

He isn't long after Noctis, thrusts turning a little erratic as he drops his head, shaggy hair everywhere. He doesn't let go of the other for anything and moans Noctis' name again when he finally hits his peak, deep inside the other and coming inside him. So familiar and even after all this time, it is right where he belongs.]

[fishingking]

[ [ Noctis feels that wet heat inside of him and he does what he can to help make this good. He clenches sore muscles around his shield, doing his best to make it feel good, let him ride him through this.

It takes a moment for him to fully realize what's happened. His hands finally release their grip on Gladio's skin (he wouldn't be surprised if there were bruises) and he brings his hands up to his shield's face. They're both panting, trying to catch their breath as they come down.

He guides Gladio to look at him for a moment before he kisses him again. He's tired, he's going to be sore and he knows it, but he's so happy he doesn't care. ] ]

[sworn_shield]

[Exhaling slowly, Gladio leans in to Noctis' touch, kissing him long, drawn out and slow. His fingers pet over fair skin and after he pulls away, just slightly to breathe.]

Gods, Noct. [Amber eyes are half lidded, but warm and loving. The small bed keeps them squished together, but he clearly doesn't mind.]

Think I can keep you here for longer, or are your adoring masses going to miss you too much?

[fishingking]

[ Everything is slow, relaxed. His mind is still blissed out and fuzzy after everything. He knew he was going to be sore when the afterglow wore off, but for now he was going to keep enjoying the closeness of the two of them together.

He presses his forehead to Gladio's and runs his hands through dark hair. ]

Mn, Ignis'll eventually call. [And he'll probably have to finally get up.] But I think we have a few minutes... Maybe I'll tell him that I can't move for the rest of the day.

[sworn_shield]

Mm, think he'll scold me?

[Gladio teases, enjoying those hands in his hair. In return he leans some of his weight onto Noctis, one arm curling along the man's back and holding him close, not wanting to let go.]

I'll have to tell him you can't help a man in love. Besides, now I can really growl at all those damn suitors who make eyes at you.

[fishingking]

Mmmn, he'll probably scold both of us. [He smiles as he feels the other's weight on him. He's warm and sated. He's never felt so happy before, so content.]

I could use more help keeping them away. [He huffs quietly.] But don't scare them too much.

[sworn_shield]

He might, but he'll understand.

[Ignis isn't going to disapprove of what makes Noctis happy, after all. And in this moment right now, still joined together and pressed between Gladio and the bed the King does indeed look happy and safed.

Enough so that Gladio can't stop kissing him, anyway.]

[fishingking]

[He kisses back, slow and and gentle. His hands trail down and caress against that strong bearded jaw. Everything is so familiar and yet there's the little changes that seem to come with age that make this all different.]

Then we're taking the day off. [It's whispered against Gladio's lips.] We'll say I got hurt in a training exercise.

[sworn_shield]

[He smiles against that whisper, nuzzling into Noctis' touch as those hands trace his face. There are new scars- faint on his nose, some more marring his tattoo- But the looknin his eye, the promise of the Swords and Shield in the newer ink says that he has been, and will always be.]

I'll tell him, you don't need to worry about that.

[He kisses him long and slowly, enjoying it before Gladio pulls away with a soft noise. Goes to clean them up one more time, taking extra and extensive time for Noctis, then rearranges them on the tiny bed. Noctis mostly on top of him and supported by his arms.]

But for now, rest a bit?

[fishingking]

[ He kisses back lazily and makes a soft whine when Gladio pulls away. He's half tempted to just hold the other man there, but he lets him go. He's grateful for the clean up. The fact that Gladio spends the time on him is enough to make him relex. The entire time, his hands trace over muscles and tattooed skin.

He doesn't want to stop touching him.

Finally, they're rearranged, and Noctis finds himself against the other man's chest. ]

Yeah. [He yawns.] We should probably take a nap.